I can sit here, yes?
You don’t mind.
You hold me, not trembling.
I think if I just breathe,
you understand
and leak your strength into me
starting with my bare toes
all the way into my brain.
You let me rest.

May I live here, please?
Just us two.
You and I, lovely and free.
I think if I’m alone,
I’ll be myself
and find life within myself
starting with my red heart
leaking to my pale face.
We’ll be okay.